Lyrics
[Verse1]
Y'all got them conair jets that just love to fly by,
Them big tall buildings that were built up sky high.
But it ain't like that for I, cuz in the big KY,
We're pretty down to earth, There's no humongous city in my sights.
And I know it's different when you visit, being a city slicker,
No smog, just free space, get your camera, take some pretty pictures.
You average walking 5 times 5 miles a day,
Cuz you're going back and forth from the neighbor's who live 5 miles away.
And that's ok with you, cuz you don't give a damn,
Someone's car problems on the median? You're quick to extend your hand.
Lend a man a thing or two that you don't really need,
But besides all that we're a big manufacturer of weed.
I don't see the purpose in saying that, that was just some filler,
To place in the pie I've made, about dope users and dealers.
But anyways, all you see here is rolling hills,
And so much KFC with enough grease to get your colon killed.
[Chorus]
Come out to my neck of the woods, and see how we act,
We'll show y'all our head's intact, and that's a matter of fact,
As a matter of fact, I'm gonna see to it,
That y'all understand we're not moving we're too deep rooted.
[Verse2]
My mom was born in Kentucky, my dad is from Alabama,
1+1=2, that's two times your normal country grammar.
Why you got your camera's? This the 1st time you been to the country?
Lemme take you on a tour, unless, you don't want me-
To, show you a thing or two,
About etiquette and normal actions and the things we do.
Well I can't tell you much cuz I'm from the city,
Lexington, the sister of Louisville, ain't that a pity?
But thats alright, cuz either way, I'm still from the Bluegrass,
Fayette County, Madison County, Frankfort, stay true to that.
Never let the vision of big city lights blind you,
We from the same place, your old Kentucky home is mine too.
And I know Kentucky's the place you can get out of your car,
Lay down on the side of the road and look at the stars.
Cuz them country roads don't have that many street lights,
Everything can get real quiet, on both the weekend and weeknights.
[Chorus]
Come out to my neck of the woods, and see how we act,
We'll show y'all our head's intact, and that's a matter of fact,
As a matter of fact, I'm gonna see to it,
That y'all understand we're not moving we're too deep rooted.
